Vandal & Otto – so greatly missed

Just a few days ago, watching the first Stanley Cup playoff match with one eye, we used the game as a distraction, because we knew perfectly well that Otto was dying. Even though an earthquake that day upset him sufficiently to jump up from his bed, there was no more hope for him.

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And now he’s gone. How on earth can you lose both your dogs in the span of three months? How is that possible?

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We shall always remember our guys as a team because they were best buddies all through their lives – except in regard to ownership priorities of trophy food. Trophies were any bits or pieces of animal carcasses they found on the ranch.

The pups watching deer at El Rancho Leon, 2005

Playing hard and sharing naps

Their relationship continued through our move to Costa Rica – Vandal the leader & instigator, Otto happy to oblige.

Staunchly protecting Herrchen in his office, sort of.

They always had each other’s back.

When our Vandal died unexpectedly in February, Otto never had a chance. Losing his buddy compromised his already damaged immune system completely. We were fortunate to have had his company for these last few weeks.

Good-bye to both of you, best buddies and companions. We like to imagine, you’re running together again, a team,